Indulgence

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: Yaoi and a little kink
Author’s Note: I wanted to try something a little new with my POVs and I can’t seem to get away from some sort of Yami x Bakura pairing though Marik is thrown into this one as well. This is a two-shot story right now, though who knows if the mood will strike for a third installment. I’m pretty proud of this story, so I hope you all enjoy it.

Indulgence

They are up to something. I can tell by the way they keep leering at me. Not for the first time, I wonder what the hell I was thinking joining up with these two psychopaths. I’m a nice normal person. Why did I feel the need to indulge myself with them?

Oh, great. Bakura’s disappeared, and that is never good. Marik is just sitting there watching me with this maniacal grin. I’m trying really hard not to squirm under his gaze, and I think he knows it. I sigh audibly in frustration, and he laughs softly. There is still no sign of Bakura, which means all this is probably his idea.

It’s always easy to tell which one is in charge. First of all, it’s never me. They seem to enjoy lording their dominance over me. Not that I mind, but it would be nice to not be the one on bottom all the time. Whenever Marik’s in charge, everything is hard, fast, and brutal. He doesn’t worry about the getting there part, he just does it. It’s exciting and exhilarating and I love it. Bakura though, he’s all about the getting there part. He likes to tease and torture and make you squirm and cry and beg until you don’t think you can take it anymore. I love that too.

Which is why I don’t resist their come-ons and their seduction because deep down I really want it. Still, they make it easy to hate them. I know most of what they do is because they like it when I’m embarrassed and reluctantly submissive. And they know I know it, yet I do it anyway. That makes it more exciting for them, that they have complete control over me.

*****

He looks nervous. He’s trying to hide it, but he’s not doing a very good job. He keeps looking around for Bakura which is really amusing because he’s now standing silently behind him. He knows we’re planning something and the what is killing him.

Bakura leans over the chair Yami is tensely occupying and wraps a hand loosely around Yami’s throat, just under his chin. Yami jumps about a foot and a half and let’s out this delightfully girlish squeak. Bakura tilts his head back to an uncomfortable looking angle and kisses him viciously, forcing his tongue into his mouth in domination.

Yami only struggles for a moment and then melts willingly into the kiss and lets Bakura plunder him. He’s so fucking submissive, and he hates it. He fights it all the time, but he always gives in. I love that about him.

Bakura’s loosened his grip under Yami’s chin and his hand has slid around to the side of his face, stroking his cheek softly. I make my move then, straddling Yami’s legs in the armchair and attacking his wonderfully bared neck. I’m sucking and biting, and I can feel his moans vibrating through his throat only to be swallowed by Bakura’s ravenous mouth.

It’s really awkward for me on that chair since I’m so much taller than him, and I’m bent nearly in fucking half so I can reach his collarbone and bruise it as nicely as I have his neck. He’s started subconsciously thrusting his hips against mine. I can feel his arousal through his leather pants rubbing against my jeans clad leg. He’s such a fucking slut. I growl low in my throat and he stills instantly. I’ve got him so well trained.

His hands are clenched on the arms of the chair and I loosen them, threading my fingers through his and pinning them against the back of the chair on either side of his head. Bakura’s got his fingers wrapped in Yami’s hair and keeps yanking his head back for better access for both of us.

He’s trying really hard not to start thrusting against me again, and he’s making these breathy whimpering sounds that I can hear even through Bakura’s kiss.

Bakura finally releases him, and I pull back too, staring down at him with a grin on my face. His eyes are half closed and he’s flushed and breathing heavily. His lips are full and parted, the bottom one bleeding just a bit, and one side of his neck is starting to bruise beautifully, stretching all the way under the collar of his shirt.

I kiss him once, licking the blood off his lip and stand up, pulling him with me. He’s still dazed and doesn’t protest as I pull him gently down the hall, flashing a grin at Bakura in front of me as he watches Yami with his calculating gaze.

*****

He’s completely out of it. Good, this will be easier then. Marik takes him into my bedroom and pushes him onto the bare mattress, distracting him with kisses as he pulls his clothes off. Yami only seems to realize it when Marik hooks his thumbs in his boxers and starts pulling them down. He makes this indignant sound and tries to squirm away, but I’m behind him and he’s got nowhere to go.

I don’t know why he always acts so virginal. I’ve done so many things to him, all I have to do is look at him in the right way and he nearly cums.

“Bakura,” he whimpers softly. He knows I’m in charge this time, and it’s no good pleading to Marik, even if he is usually more lenient.

“Come on, baby,” I reply, helping him slide up the bed. I pull my shirt off and Marik does the same. Yami eases up a bit. I don’t know why it bothers him so much, but he hates being the only one naked.

He’s lying on the bed, completely bare, and Marik is straddling him again and kissing him softly. Yami is responding eagerly, a shiver wracking through his body when Marik let his fingers trail down his bare chest.

I gently grasp one of Yami’s wrists and pulled it up to the restraints at the headboard. He starts fighting when I secure it in place, but Marik pins him down, never relenting. I secure his other wrist and Marik shifts up Yami’s body so I can spread his legs and secure his ankles to the side of the bed, leaving him spread wide open.

Marik leaves him, getting off the bed to stand next to me. Yami blushes when he noticed us watching him. He tries to pull his legs together, but the restraints keep him delightfully exposed. Mark laughs softly and trails his fingers down the inside of Yami’s thigh suggestively. I pull him away and kiss him lazily, fingering the hollow of his hip. He returns the kiss, making a show of it as he strokes my tongue with his own. I grin against his lips and bite playfully at him, to which he responds by sliding his hand down the front of my pants and taking me in a firm grip. I groan and return the favor. His hips jerk forward into my hand as I start to stroke him, and he renews the kiss with fierce vigor.

We can both hear Yami beginning to hyperventilate as he watches us get each other off. When I feel my orgasm nearing, I release my grip on Marik and pull my hand out of his pants. He obligingly does the same, giving me a grin and a last quick nip at my bottom lip.

*****

I’m so embarrassingly aroused at the sight of Marik and Bakura with their hands down each other’s pants. They’re both shirtless, and I can see their muscles flexing as they squeeze and pull at each other. It’s the most erotic sight, watching them together. Marik, dark and sultry, and Bakura, pale and beautiful, contrast so perfectly, both trying to dominate the other and neither doing it for long.

As much as I enjoy watching them, I’m beginning to wonder if they forgot about me. But when they break the kiss, and Bakura turns his deviant gaze to me, I wish they would go back to ignoring me. He pulls something black and silky from his pocket, and as I am trying to figure out what it is, he descends on me, wrapping it over my eyes and tying it firmly behind my head. I make a noise of protest, but he only laughs softly.

My vision is completely cut off, and I’m beginning to panic that I can’t see them. I can’t feel either of them on the bed, and I strain to hear them, but all I can make out is some rustling from the far end of the room. I start struggling against my bonds, but they’re so tight I only make it worse.

Suddenly, the bed sinks as someone sits on it, and I feel fingers caressing my jaw.

“Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you,” Bakura whispers to me. I want to laugh. Being hurt isn’t what I fear at the moment. I fear whatever it is he is going to do to me because I know I’ll enjoy it and hate it, and he’s going to drive me insane with it.

He runs his fingertips across my stomach, and I can’t stop myself from shivering. He lets them graze down my hip and to my inner thigh, skirting my needy erection. His touches feel more erotic than usual now that I can’t see them, and my skin tingles where he grazes it. His fingers travel all over my body, light and teasing. The gentleness is driving me crazy. I need something more solid and tangible. I want him pressed hot and heavy against me so that I can feel his heart beating over my own.

Suddenly, an entirely different sensation assaults the skin of my stomach, making me gasp and flinch in surprise.

He’s brought candles. This is new. I can feel the wax dripped across my stomach cooling and hardening against my skin. It’s a strange feeling, but not wholly unpleasant.

Hot wax dribbles over the hardened nubs of my nipples and this time I don’t only gasp but arch into the air. I think it is the surprise more than the heat that startles me. My nerves are all on edge quickly, and my muscles began to tremble as I try to sense where the next drop of wax will fall.

*****

His whole body is trembling as he tries to steel himself for the next assault. I tilt the candle, a little closer than it was before, and let the wax run down the inside of his left thigh. He lets out a fucking erotic moan and his body jerks again.

I grin at Marik, but the Egyptian is too enthralled watching Yami’s body writhe as the wax hits it. His eyes are darkly shaded with lust, and he looks ready to eat Yami alive. I wave my hand in front of his face to get his attention. He snaps his eyes up to mine and I jerk my head towards the table behind him. He remembers what he is supposed to be doing and reaches for the camera.

He lets his fingers trail across Yami’s collarbone, over the raised bruises he created earlier, and scrapes at the wax covering one nipple with his nails, peeling it off. Yami shudders beneath him and Marik smiles affectionately at him before twirling the camera string on his finger and moving to the other side of the room to get a better view of our trussed up victim.

I lay down next to Yami, pressing my body to his side. I’ve lost my pants awhile ago and I’m only in boxers now. I feel him tremble against the contact and I lazily let the wax drip down his other side over the curves of his ribs. He lets out a strangled cry and jerks his head.

He’s really enjoying this. His cock is erect and throbbing, bobbing in the air every time he jerks his body. I lean in close to him so that he can feel my breath on his ear and tilt the candle so that some of the hot wax drips onto his neck and dribbles down over the purpling bruises and onto the mattress. He lets out a soft snarl and bares his teeth as his head turns towards me.

“Do you like that?” I ask him softly. He shakes his head quickly in the negative, but his breathing is becoming erratic and his muscles are twitching around the cooling wax.

“Liar,” I whisper. “You’re so fucking turned on you can hardly contain it.”

He shakes his head again and I dribble some wax in the crease of his thigh and he nearly screams, thrashing wildly against his bonds.

*****

I have to admit, Bakura sure knows how to tease. Yami looks like he’s going to cum any moment, it’s almost painful. Bakura grins in an absolutely wicked way, and I turn the camera on in anticipation. He holds a candle over Yami’s trembling body, close enough for the wax to be near scalding, and lets some drip right down the side of Yami’s straining erection.

His body contorts into the air, and he lets out this high pitched keening scream. I press the button on the camera, capturing the entire thing. He’s groaning so loudly now as Bakura drips wax constantly, all over his body, not giving him anytime to recover.

He’s writhing and so turned on. I wish we would have thought to video tape this instead because the sounds Yami is making are so fucking erotic. My prick’s already straining in my underwear and every sound he makes only makes it harder.

Bakura stops his teasing, pausing to let Yami catch his breath and calm down. He looks like he was about to pass out from the overload. His chest is heaving and his skin is flushed. Bakura peels a hardened piece of wax off his chest, and Yami moans low in his throat. He’s such a slut for it. He fights us for anything we want to try, yet once we get our way, he’s twisting and moaning like a whore.

I sit next to Bakura on the bed, kissing under his ear and he purrs like a fucking kitten. I help him peel the wax off, pausing to take some more photos every now and then. His body is still trembling, but he’s beginning to calm. He thinks it’s over.

*****

I can barely breathe through the scalding sensations flowing through my body, and just when I think I’m going to explode all over my stomach, it stops. I sigh in relief, but it comes out more a moan as a piece of cooled wax is peeled off my heated skin.

My ears have stopped roaring and my arousal isn’t quite as painful anymore. More of the wax is peeled off and soon a tongue soothes the places it had been. I can feel them both hovering over me, and I’m oddly eased by their presence and their soft touches, though both avoid my need.

I wait patiently for them to finish and fuck me, but they make no move to do so. I strain to hear what they’re doing and all I can make out is the rustle of the sheets as they move and a faint clicking noise. They’re not going to leave me like this are they? I’m not as painfully close as I was before, but I can still feel my member pulsing needily between my legs. I need it so badly I’d beg for it. Just one touch is all it would take, but there is nothing.

I whimper and arch my hips in the air, hoping one of them get the message. Instead, I hear the soft wet sound of them kissing, completely ignoring me again. The sounds rapidly become guttural and needier, and I’m afraid they’ve forgotten me. I whimper again, and I can feel someone leaning over me and hot breath ghosting over my ear.

“Not yet, baby,” Marik whispers, swiping his tongue along the curve of my ear and sucking lightly on the lobe. I mewl at the contact and try to press myself against him, but hot fingers wrap around the base of my cock, and I think I scream. The wax is peeled off and something constricting is slipped over the head and fitted snuggly at the base. I want to curse them.

It’s not fair. They are never in this situation. Neither of them ever has to be bound and forbidden from cumming. It’s only ever me, and it’s not fair. They don’t only make me submissive, they make me need it and beg for it like a whore. I hate them for that. They get such pleasure from my pain and frustration, and I only ever wanted a good fuck.

*****

He looks like he wants to kill us when Bakura puts the cock ring on. He’s so fucking pissed and there is nothing he can do about it. He’s squirming in his bonds and whimpering like a slut. He wants to cum so bad, I can tell. He must have really liked that wax bit Bakura did.

I reluctantly lean back from the bed and snapped a few more pictures as Bakura prepares the next bit of torture. I zoom the camera in on Yami’s face right as Bakura lets the first cube of ice trail down his chest. He screams again, and it cuts off into a ragged moan as he swirls it around his nipple. Ra, he’s making the most brilliantly arousing noises, and I can’t help but lick up the side of his neck and suck at the junction, feeling his skin vibrate from the sounds he is making.

If it wasn’t for the cock ring, I’m sure he would have cum hard without even being touched. Bakura lets the ice trail down Yami’s heated skin, across his quivering stomach and down the inside of his thigh. He trembles beneath us rather enticingly, and I kiss him hard, sucking the air from him as he gasps for breath over the arousing sensations.

He looks so hot, I don’t want to miss a moment of it as I take picture after picture, but every little moan he makes goes straight to my groin, and I want to touch him so badly. Bakura catches my eye and shakes his head, knowing what I am thinking. Not yet.

Too bad for Yami. He’s given up struggling against his restraints and is lying bonelessly against the mattress, jerking a little every time the ice touches his overheated skin. It isn’t until Bakura slides an ice cube inside of him that he cries out again, panting and arching off the bed.

*****

I grin wickedly as I trail a thick cube over his throbbing erection, delighting in the pathetically needy noise he makes, and press it into him. He shivers and bucks against my fingers as I push it deep inside of him.

He’s not prepared and the stretch must be a bit uncomfortable, but he doesn’t seem to care. It’s hard to tell whether he wants more or wants me to stop. His body arches against me and presses into the bed in erratic spasms as I push in a third cube. He’s fighting so hard to control himself that I can see the strain of his muscles under his skin as they tighten against the torture.

I leave the ice to melt inside him and return my attentions to other parts of his body, particularly the red blotchy areas where the wax had been previously. I soothed away what was left of the burn with the ice, slipping the sliver between his lips and kissing him teasingly.

Marik’s camera is snapping away, but I can tell from the look in his eyes that he is getting bored with the pictures and wants something a little more hands on. It will come soon enough.

I promised Marik he could fuck him once I was through. It was the only way I could get him to agree to the picture taking. He’s such a hands on person. And impatient. He wants things when he wants them, and it’s always a pleasure to make him wait for it.

I turn my attentions back to Yami as I slide a wet piece of ice down his side, letting the droplets collect and slide down the slight protrusion of his ribs. He shivers as the water warms up against his skin. I run another piece over the bruise around his throat where Marik attacked him like a savage animal.

He lets out a tiny cry, and I press my lips softly against it. He tenses, as if waiting for me to bite, but I simply trail the ice down his body again, pausing over his particularly sensitive areas.

*****

I think I am going to die. There is no way my body can survive this. The ice is so much crueler after working my body into a heated frenzy with the candles. I’m burning and freezing at the same time and they both keep touching me. Switching between soft teasing caresses and dominant demanding touches is driving me insane.

My mind is reeling and the need to cum is overpowering me. The heat pooled in my groin is unbearable, and I’m straining so badly I don’t think my muscles will ever uncramp. I hate them. I hate them both so much and that is the only clear thought that keeps running through my head. They’re so cruel, and I fall for it every time.

The ice inside me is beginning to melt, and I can feel it trickling uncomfortably out of me and down my legs. The mattress beneath me is starting to get wet and the damp fabric is uncomfortable against my tortured flesh.

I feel myself drifting further into the lust induced haze the maddening touches have put me in. The sensations overriding my body are still there, but I’m starting to feel like they’re farther away, and I’m having trouble breathing. I think that maybe I am going to pass out.

That is until something thick and solid brings me back as it slides into me in one single thrust and buries itself deep inside. I know it’s Marik when I feel his fingers digging into my hip and his forehead pressing into my throat. He murmurs something uncharacteristically sweet to me and begins to move, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to the sudden intrusion, but not much. He picks up his pace quickly though and slams into my glands, making me see white behind my blindfold. I probably scream again, I’m not sure. My hearing seems to have left me for the moment.

*****

I nod to Marik, allowing him what he’s been waiting so patiently for, and he wastes no time tearing off his shorts and pressing into Yami’s willing body. He whispers something to him that I can’t quite make out, and I can’t help the malicious smile that spreads across my lips. Marik’s always had a soft spot for Yami that I never quite figured out.

I watch Marik push into him, using only the water from the melted ice as lubricant. He hisses as he sheaths himself, and I grin wickedly. It must be cold. I watch them for a couple of strokes. When Yami screams again, I cut the ties that bind him to the bed, but I don’t even think he notices. His arms wrap around Marik’s shoulders as if he is holding on for dear life and his legs go tightly around his waist.

His wrists and ankles are red and chaffed, and I know he’s going to bitch about it in the morning. But right now he’s too preoccupied by Marik grinding into his prostate. If he was still able to speak, I’m sure he’d be cursing me right now for the cock ring still snugly in place. I can’t imagine how painful it must be right now.

I slide my own shorts down and lazily stroke myself as I watch Marik pummel into Yami. His fingers are digging into Marik’s back and it’s sure to leave marks in the morning, though I doubt Marik will care.

I pop the cap off the lubricant that was lying on the mattress, still stroking myself as I squeezed some onto my fingers. I push three of them into Marik, and he hisses some Egyptian curse at me. He bucks forward, away from my fingers and deeper into Yami, who cries out pitifully and fists his hands in Marik’s hair. I don’t waste much time preparing him and soon I’m as deep in him as he is in Yami. I moan as the enveloping heat surrounds me and Marik growls low in his throat. He stills for a moment, waiting for me. I curl my fingers around his hips and snap my hips forward.

*****

Bakura’s finally decided to join the party and as he hits my prostate on the first try, I know I call him some names that should probably be insulting, but he takes it as a compliment as he does it again. I let his thrusts drive me deeper into Yami, who looks like he might pass out if he doesn’t cum soon.

His penis is a very unhealthy shade and standing erect against his stomach. I finally take pity on him and slip the ring off. The moment it’s gone, he cums violently, and for the first time tonight, silently. Bakura continues to thrust into me, causing me to stretch out Yami’s orgasm as I continue to hit his nerves.

It only takes a few more thrusts from Bakura, and I feel myself tense, cumming inside Yami as Bakura follows me over the edge. He pulls out and collapses onto the mattress next to us, making a face as he lands on the coarse wet fabric.

“My room,” I say hoarsely, and he nods, getting gingerly off the bed. I don’t know if Yami’s passed out or just asleep, but I pick him up and follow Bakura. He murmurs something softly and wraps his arms around my neck. He always looks so sweet after he’s been thoroughly fucked.

When we make it to my room, Bakura’s already curled under the comforter, and I deposit Yami next to him, who whimpers as I let him go.

*****

I laugh softly as Yami immediately curls against my warm body when Marik lets go of him. I loosen the knot on his blindfold and gently pull it off. He shakes his head, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes as he presses against me. I sigh and wrap an arm around him, Marik doing the same from the other side so that Yami is pressed tightly between us.

He craves affection, but it’s only after sex that we indulge him. Marik thinks it has something to do with his father not hugging him enough as a child or some bullshit like that, but it’s pretty obvious he just wants to be wanted, though he’d never admit it, not to us.

It took a long time before he would even try to get anything from us, but you could always tell he wanted it. Marik thinks he has intimacy issues from when his hikari rejected him in favor of a girl. Which makes more sense than most of his theories.

Either way, he never asks for it any other time than after we’ve just fucked him. When he’s too tired to care, or maybe thinks we are, he’ll burrow his way between us and stay there all night. He’d never admit it to anyone, probably not even himself, but that’s his favorite part of our nights together.

He rests his forehead against my shoulder and Marik’s arm curls around his waist. I press my knee between his legs, and he lets me. One of Marik’s long legs is thrown over both of us and Yami sighs happily. He’s warm and still a little wet, but I don’t really mind as I watch him drifting deeper into sleep and allow myself to do the same.